 | 1778 - 626 страници
...líibiíts se liallo ? atrevida, La pico, saco miel, fuese rolando. TRANSLATION, ly Mr. GARRICK. * FOR me my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As hft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet.., A bee within a damask rose... | |
 | 1783 - 356 страници
...her I love. SONG XIV. For me my fair a wreath has wove. Garrick. Set by mr. Giardini. Sicilians. -^ For me my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; At oft Ihe kifs'd thit gift of love, Her breath gave fwcetncfs... | |
 | Humming bird - 1785 - 440 страници
...hand which made her mine, To fociil fcsne, rny hl)urs refie While all the wonted ftrain (hall join. OR me, my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As oft flis kifs'd this gift of love, Her brs4th gave fweetnefs :o thefweet. Her breath, &c. A bee within... | |
 | 1791 - 634 страници
...loi labios fe baltb ? atrevida. La pico, faca miel, fue/e volando. TRANSLATION, by Mr. GARR i с к. FOR me my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As oft (he kifs'd this gift of love, Her breath gave fweetnefs to the fweet. A bee within a damaflc rofe Had... | |
 | Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 страници
...while sitting at the goat-herd's door. TfTIOR me my fair a wreath has wove, Jl? Where rival flowers in union meet ; As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet. Abcft A bee within a damask rose Had crept, the nectar'd dew to sip ; But lesser sweets the thief foregoes,... | |
 | 1813 - 342 страници
...Mr. Giarclini. Siciliana. m m For me my fair a wreath Las wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetnest to the sweet, As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetnesi to the sweet,... | |
 | C. A. M. Burdett - 1880 - 356 страници
...to you. Moore. Be assured 'tis she, or none, That I love, and love alone. William Brmim. October 20. For me my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet As oft she kiss'd the gift of love Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet. Garrick. Give me a looke, give me a face That... | |
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For me, my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet. A bee within a damask rose Had crept, the nectar'd dew to sip ; But lesser sweets the thief foregoes, And... 